Scott's POV
I sat on my sofa finally calm. Not now Scott you need to be strong. Maybe tomorrow I'll visit him. I sigh and nod promising my self and Vincent. I stood up and looked out the window to my front yard. Not many cars pass by this street. Not many people live here so it's always quite which can only mean one thing. Gossip and rumors are gonna be spread. Oh god that means I'll be the main target if it turns out to be Vincent. I know it will be on the News but I couldn't bare to look at the TV. I closed my eyes god it only goes downhill from here.

Jeremy's POV
I finished my shift and headed home. I was worrying about Scott. It was obvious he missed Vincent. He loved him but Vincent's a murderer and one I could never forgive. I clenched the steering wheel til my knuckles turn white. I can't help but remember that morning so vividly.

I awoke to a noise like a dog whistle. It was loud and I wanted it to stop. I covered my ears til the memories came back. I immediately sat up and saw Mike. Tears filled my eyes as I slowly sat up the ringing still going on.

"M Mike?"

I could feel the tears slip down my eyes as I cried more. I lightly toughed Mike's face I could see the blood on his shirt.

"W wa wake up Mike!"

I received no response from him and without warning I fell down crying. Doctors rushed in but he was already dead and wasn't coming back. I called Scott as soon as I could.

"Yeah?"

"SCOTT OH MY GOD" I sobbed out.

"Woah woah Jeremy calm down what's wrong?"

"M M Mike" I cried and sobbed.

"What happened?"

"He He he's d dead"

"Oh my god what happened?!" He sounded panicked.

"How'd he die?" He asked.

"When I woke up his heart wasn't beating and and" I cried more "he was stabbed last night and who ever did it left flowers"

"Wait what color were the flowers?" He asked.

"Uh they were purple violets they also left a get well card"

"Jeremy I think I know who did this and he's here"

"Wait how did Vincent do this I thought he was at your house?"

"I'll explain later I have to go"

He hung up and I curled into a ball crying on my bed. I had just lost the love of my life to a psychopath and now I'm probably gonna loose my only friend too.

I shook my head I couldn't be thinking about this Scott needs me. When I got home Scott was just staring through the window in worry. I had to shack him from his transe he just looked at me I could see tears in his eyes. It was obvious he missed Vincent but was worried that if it was him, would he come here? I sat him on the couch.

"It m might n not be h him" I stated.

"But what if it is Jeremy, what if he's out there and he's looking for us" he covered in face with his hands.

All I could do was comfort. So I sat next to him a hugged him.

(Sorry updates be slow but tis be over 500 words so tis should make up a bit hopefully keep yer smiles lads and lassies)